"I am a woman. And a warm embrace shelters me when the world hits me hard"...
I've been waiting for exactly two weeks for a payment of two million pesos. If we exchange it informally on the black market in my country, it's not that significant—just a little over $5,200 USD. But legally, it corresponds to the salary benefit of a group of workers who worked hard for it and deserve it.
That Is why I have found myself in the urgent need to confront a masculine person who rejects the legitimacy of my actions and resources simply because he classifies me as harmless, exaggerated, confrontational, and, why not, even hysterical, simply because I want to make him understand what our rights are to the expected income.
This is my participation in the weekend commitment proposed by Galenkp on the topic:
What aspects of yourself do you struggle to accept or acknowledge, and why?
When I was very young, as is almost the norm, I used to be very emotional, temperamental with some small doses of explosiveness. But, with time and some teachings, you learn to shape your character and use cognitive diplomacy so that situations flow in a positive and peaceful order... at least peacefulness has been something very important for me. First, because I hate violence, and second because women are softer and more organic.
A community project?
For many men, a woman represents a fragile entity full of weaknesses, with a body free of representative physical threats.
That's why it's so hard for me to acknowledge my fragility in the face of the "male power" that tries to inhibit my critical capacity, my common sense, and my reasoning for the mere pleasure of nullifying me from its comfortable position at the top of the pyramid... simply because I can't pose a danger to its alter ego, especially if I'm a woman that he wishes to keep to habilities a lower level of her powers.
I have a hard time submitting to those in power.
There's a pattern that repeats itself again and again, despite supposed social equality: discrimination for being a woman. Especially when you don't follow some guidelines: young, pretty, and docile.
Someone needs to create a little art corner.
I've seen women rise in life not because of their generic and intellectual abilities, but because of men's desire to reward them for "their good qualities."
Can I be immune to that?
No, I'm rebellious about these issues because they're just part of the chain of discrimination that still flows at many levels in this world... equality is only a half-truth, or just a half-lie called oppression and privilege. That's why, despite the codes and the risks, I cannot remain silent.
Staying silent in the face of certain injustices is one of "my greatest flaws." At least I try to handle the situation calmly and analytically. It's not about grabbing a projectile and making your opponent's head explode, because I'm a woman, remember? And there are some methods that don't involve physical risks... although sometimes I feel like doing so.
No, I don't like abusing authority or power... but I like to give my opinion and have it considered... and I know most of us are like that, but some more than others fear codes and the risks of being confrontational, because you can be nullified.
It's just the beginning of something...
In the end, and after many years, I do have some well-defined traits in my history of flaws or virtues: I'm still emotional... emotional enough to be deeply sensitive to a sick dog abandoned on the streets, and emotional enough to react to situations that try to belittle me and make me feel less than a human being just because I'm a woman.
A flower will be enough for me to feel safe.
Recognizing oneself in a transparent act can be a complex or liberating exercise, depending on your concept of yourself. Recognizing that I can be strong in certain circumstances is simply an act of survival, and in others, I can be as fragile as the thousand pieces of glass that couldn't bear the weight of my emotions.
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